Friday night had consumed my thoughts most of the week. I would find myself drifting off into a daydream at work - thinking both of my stud fucking me in the toilets the previous week, and the anticipation of what might come this Friday coming. When I snapped back to consciousness, and the drab numbers on my computer screen, I'd have a stiff hardon trying to poke obscenely through my work trousers. On Tuesday it got too much, and I had to excuse myself to rush to the gents. I locked the cubicle door and knocked one out thinking of my motorcycle stud and his thick, meaty cock.
By Wednesday, I figured that I didn't want to masturbate any more that week. Not before Friday. Yes, I would save myself. Otherwise it might diminish what I hope would be a very exciting night. The next load of cum that came out of my cock would be for him. Even when Kim tried to initiate `cuddling' with me in bed on Wednesday night, I rolled over and told her "Not tonight, babe. Headache." Oh, how very unoriginal, I know. But hey, if she wanted to play married couples, she should get used to that response. A bit mean perhaps, I know... but, hey what could I say? I was saving myself like a precious little schoolgirl for my stud however way he wanted me.
I told Kim on Friday morning that it had been a tough week at work, and I would be going out with some of the boys later that night to have a few drinks and ease some of the stress. Well, it was only partly a lie, I would certainly be relieving some stress that night, one way or the other. Kim said it was fine and commented how I hadn't seemed myself most of the week.
"A night out with the boys'll do you good babes."
Yeah, thanks. Part of me wished she would be more of a bitch about this. Then I wouldn't feel so bad doing what I was going to do. Sneaking off with hopes of getting a thick cock up my tight bum.
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The day seemed to last forever. But the closer I got to clocking off time, the stronger and harder my heart started to beat. Oh God I was nervous. What was my stud going to do with me... did I even have the guts to turn up? I mean, there was no doubt that I wanted to, but... what if? What if this, what if that - so many questions ran around through my mind all day. My head told me I shouldn't be doing this. I had a girlfriend at home. What if someone were to see - me waiting there at the station for another man? What would they think? What would they say? But still, my heart told me I had to be there. That look in his eyes, the way those blue eyes and pierced right through my soul. In that moment I had become his, and I knew I had to be there that night. My heart wanted it, my cock wanted it, and my increasingly twitching arsehole wanted it more than anything.
So after work I headed back home with the intention of changing clothes. I knew Kim wouldn't be home yet. She and her best friend Sheila would often go to the bar local to their place of work on a Friday night for `cocktail hour', so it gave me the place to myself for now. I didn't know how my stud wanted me to dress. I guess I was a little preppy in my clothing habits, but I didn't want him to think me to be too much of a pretty boy. But then again, maybe that was exactly what he wanted - maybe that's what got him off, making a preppy little 20-something year old effectively his bitch for the evening... Eventually I decided on a casual blue polo shirt and some skinny fit jeans, not too casual, not too formal. I tried to make my hair as presentable as possible, rubbing some gel in and styling it how I thought he might like me to look. Then, I poured myself a large double of whisky. I was definitely going to need some Dutch courage, I thought. Perhaps that would calm my heart, which was trying to beat its way through my chest. Finally, I opened the front door and set out.
9.00pm. Finally the hour had arrived. I was on time as I had been instructed to be. But, where was my stud? I hoped I was standing in the right place. There sure were a lot of people coming in and out of the station. As well as plenty milling around as I was, surely waiting for partners, friends, to take them to where ever they were heading that night. I stood around meekly, hands nervously in my pockets like a 13 year old going on his first date, waiting and hoping his crush would arrive and not stand him up. I waited, waited, waited. 9.15, 9.20, 9.30pm all came and passed. Still no stud. Oh God, I thought to myself. Maybe I really had made a fucking idiot of myself. All week I had been anticipating this very moment, waiting around to see him again, and he hadn't even shown up. Surely I was just another random fuck for him. I thought of him probably sticking his fat cock up some blonde bimbo or some other preppy boy that night, with me just a distant memory floating around in the back of his head. Just another notch on the bedpost, so to speak.
Deflated and demoralised, I decided I should probably cut my losses and make my way back home. It was now 9.35pm. Just I started to make my way to the bus which would take me home, I heard a motorcycle pulling up into the parking area. I looked up. His motorcycle! Immediately my excited nervousness rose up inside me again. He hadn't forgotten me after all!
I stood there by the station entrance, people passing in and out beside me, but my eyes were firmly on him. He parked up his bike and got off. Slowly, calmly and assuredly, he started making his way towards the station entrance. He walked towards where I was waiting without ever really acknowledging me. But, he kept continuing up to me. I stood nervously, not knowing what was expected of me. Should I greet him? Should I just stand here and wait for him to approach me? Eventually he stopped about a metre away from me. He didn't say anything. I gulped, and he just smirked and cast his eyes up and down my body, like a pirate eyeing his stolen bounty. He was as I had remembered him - black leather jacket encasing his clearly muscly torso confined behind a white t-shirt - one of those shirts with buttons at the top in the front, deliberately undone no doubt, revealing just enough of his slightly hairy and sweaty chest to get the girls' panties wet, and for guys like me, our cocks twitching on first sight. He had more hair on his face than last time, like he hadn't shaved all week. Still, it just made him look all the more manly and studly to me. And further down, his tight faded jeans revealed clearly a thick cock, struggling to be contained in his pants. And even further down, black leather biker boots completed his studly outfit. Wow, I thought inside.
"So, you came did you?" he enquired in his soft but firm and masculine tone.
"Um, yes." I replied meekly.
He smirked again.
"You scrub up well..." he cut off and his eyes told me that he wanted to know my name.
"Ben" I helped him.
"Ah, Ben. You scrub up well. Ben." Again he flashed me that crooked smile of his.
I looked at him, his eyes looking straight into mine. I got nervous and looked down at his boots. He took a step closer towards me, and raised his leather gloved hand to my chin. With one finger he pushed and raised my chin up so that I was eye to eye with those piercing blues once again.
"And how do I look, Ben?"
He was close enough now that I could feel his warm breath with his words.
"Do you like what you see?"
I gulped again, nervously.
"Um... yes."
He grinned wickedly. Here we were in the most public of places, barely a foot apart, me telling him effectively that I thought he was a hot fucking stud of a man.
"Don't worry Ben. I'm not going to kiss you here."
Part of me did want him to kiss me here. When I was in his presence, in his aura I felt so electrified, so charged with energy, but also he must have sensed my nervousness of meeting him in such a public place with so many people around.
"You're not ready for that yet," he continued.
"We both need a drink" he summised.
With that, he started walking. I stopped for a minute, and then realised I was supposed to follow.
As we walked along, he pulled out a cigarette and offered me one. I didn't really smoke. I mean, Kim would go crazy if she caught me smoking. But I guess Kim wasn't here. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her I suppose. I obliged and he lit mine before lighting his own.
"Mark" he suddenly said.
I looked at him quizically, wondering what he was talking about.
"My name's Mark."
"Oh," I said.
"You wanted to ask earlier, but were too shy" he informed me about myself correctly.
Mark sharply took a right and we headed off the busier main street full with loud bars bursting with Friday night revellers, onto a quiet and fairly deserted side street. I say side street, to be honest it was more of an alley way. I took another puff from my cigarette, and plucked up the courage to speak to him.
"Um, where are we heading Mark?"
He didn't answer for a while, just continued walking. Then he stopped suddenly. I stopped beside him and he turned and again stepped close to me, head on, totally invading any personal space. Again, his eyes surveyed me, analysing me for thoughts and emotion.
"Ben. I wanted to take you somewhere I think you'll... I think you'll like. You'll fit in."
My eyes narrowed as I tried to figure out exactly what he was trying to say.
"You see, I could have taken you into any of those bars along that street if all we wanted was a drink, couldn't I?" he asked.
"I suppose..."
"But, Ben. There's somewhere that I think you need to visit. You'll..." he paused and thought about his words for a second before continuing "You might be alarmed at first, but ... do you trust me Ben?"
His eyes again started reading my face, and his gloved hand gripped my bare arm below the sleeve. He moved ever so closer to my lips, without actually kissing me. I then realised that it was me who was moving forward to initiate the kiss. Here in this dark alley just off the main throughway of town.
"Good" he said.
With that, he grabbed my hand and led me to a metal side door just to our left. Mark pressed at a door buzzer with his other hand, and there was a loud click as the metal door was unlocked from the inside. Mark pushed the door open for me, and put his hand on my bum as he ushered me through the doorway.